"I'm not done yet," I grunted, my hips angling to thrust again.
"Wait!"
Pearl gasped, her hands flying out to push weakly against my chest. Her skin was flushed a deep crimson, hypersensitive to even the air in the room.
"I'm sensitive… I just came… ah…" Her body let out another jolt of pleasure just from the memory of the friction. She looked up at me, her eyes glazed but fiercely devoted. "In my mouth," she offered, her voice a husky wreck. "I'll let you finish."
She didn't wait for an answer. She immediately sat up as I retracted my tentacles. I stood on the edge of the bed, towering over her, while she knelt on the mattress. Her movements were sluggish but determined as she crawled toward me.
I adjusted my stance. My back was now fully exposed to the wall where Lady Julienne was pressing her eyes , but the "view" from the door—where the maids were huddled —would show them exactly how massive the "Priest" truly was.
Shhh-lurp.
"Ahhh," I moaned as she began to work. "Your pussy and your mouth… they're the same. Warm. Tight."
I grabbed a fistful of her blue hair, pulling her head back slightly before letting her go. Like an obedient devotee, Pearl followed my lead, bobbing her head in a rhythmic prayer of service.
Slurp... slurp... pop.
"If this keeps up…"
Slurp... gulp... slurp...
"I'm gonna cum in no time," I groaned, my knees shaking slightly.
She glared up at me, not with annoyance, but with that perverted, desirous look that only I got to see. A hunger that matched my own.
"I'm gonna… cum…" I warned, my voice tight.
Slurp. "Then shoot everything," she mumbled against me. Slurp. "I want to taste it again."
Pearl sucked harder, the slickness of her saliva and the vacuum pressure of her throat making my entire body tense up.
"Oh..! I can't hold it… Gonna… Cum…!"
Waves of energy surged to my core; I was on the very edge of bursting. I placed my hands on her head, holding her steady. As if feeling a secret surge of her own, Pearl devoured me even harder.
Gawk. Slurp. Gulp.
The sounds of my heavy breathing and her tongue's teasing were amplified by the lewd, wet noises echoing in the silent room.
"I can't take it! Deeper! I'm Cumming!"
Pearl swallowed hard as I hit the back of her throat.
"Ahh!"
"Ah… ohhh…"
Splurt. Pulse.
My release gushed out, a hot, thick flood that filled her throat.
Gulp... gulp... mmph… gasp.
She swallowed everything. Nothing spilled. Like a sweet, forbidden nectar, she took it all down, purifying the "curse" with her devotion.
Damn, nothing beats a service from Pearl, I thought, a smug satisfaction washing over me.
Pearl fell back on the bed, utterly spent, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
Flop.
My work here was done. Or... almost.
My dick was still hard, my tentacles glowing faintly as if rejuvenated again by the fresh intake of mana . I shifted my stance, turning my full frontal view toward the wall where Lady Julienne's peephole was hidden. It was a silent challenge. Look. This is what you missed. This is what you want.
Then, I turned my gaze to the door where the maids were hiding.
Thump.
A soft sound came from the hallway—our "viewers" scattering like cockroaches, terrified they had been caught in the act.
I grinned. No need to be nervous. I felt the house itself trembling with their excitement.
I walked over to the wall separating our room from Julienne's. I leaned in close, pressing my nose against the wood as if I could smell the room beyond.
Sniff.
The scent was undeniable. Pheromones. The sweet, metallic tang of arousal.
Sniff.
I let my voice drop to a low, gravelly whisper, knowing the vibrations would travel straight to her ear.
"Tomorrow," I murmured to the wood, "it will be your turn."
I stepped out of the room, completely naked, the cool hallway air biting at my heated skin.
Drip.
I paused. On the polished floorboards just outside our door, a small, glistening puddle reflected the moonlight. I knelt slowly, dipping a finger into the fluid and bringing it to my lips.
Lick.
Musky. Sweet. It was the unmistakable taste of a woman's nectar.
"Kara," I whispered, a smile curling my lips. The maid with the orange hair had left her mark.
I stood up and looked down the long, dark corridor. My senses, still humming from the ritual, stretched out like invisible feelers. I could sense the lingering frantic energy of the two who had fled—Kara and Sofia—but from the room at the far end, the Head Maid's quarters, there was nothing.
Stillness.
Despite Pearl's loud moans and the house-shaking energy we released, the Head Maid hadn't stepped out. She hadn't peeked.
Discipline? Or fear? I mused, staring at her door. Doesn't matter. You too will be mine eventually.
I turned back, slipping inside the bedroom.
Pearl was sleeping soundly, her chest rising and falling in a slow, peaceful rhythm. She looked small like this, defenseless. I gently fixed her disheveled clothes and pulled the thick duvet over her shoulders.
"Rest well," I murmured.
I have many devotees in the ocean—sharks who guard my temples, crabs who build my altars—but Pearl was the only one who climbed onto land with me. She was the only one who endured the dry air and the hostility of humans just to keep my books balanced.
I walked over to the small table near the window and sat down, resting my chin in my hand. Outside, the world was silent. Far from the city lights of Earth, there was almost nothing to see here but the silver glow of the moon touching the grass.
Five years, I thought, the weight of time settling on me.
I had lived five years in this world, carrying the mind of a 27-year-old man from Earth. I still remembered the moment I woke up in the trench, a confused octopus. I remembered the faint, bell-like voice of Lunaria, the Goddess of Life and Lust, guiding me through the darkness.
"Rebuild my sanctuary," she had said. "It is submerged and forgotten."
It was tough. God, it was tough. But she rewarded me for every step. The currency of our transaction was Desire Points—DP. First, I charmed a mermaid to gain a follower. Then, I saved enough to buy a humanoid body. Then another mermaid. Until I became... this.
Grrr-gurgle.
My stomach gave a loud protest.
"I'm hungry," I whispered to the empty room.
I closed my eyes and focused. A translucent blue panel flickered into existence in my mind's eye.
[Marketplace]
I checked my balance. 1,000 DP. It was the reward for today's grueling work at the hospice.
I sighed, a deep breath that rattled in my chest. "Let's do it."
I scrolled past the weapons and the holy artifacts until I found the Otherworld Comforts tab.
"One Double Cheeseburger. Large Fries. Root Beer Float."
[Cost: 1,000 DP. Confirm?]
"Confirm," I whispered.
Poof.
The plate appeared on the table, steaming hot, smelling like grease and nostalgia. The 1,000 DP vanished instantly.
Tough luck, Pearl, I thought with a grimace, glancing at her sleeping form. If she were awake, she'd strangle me for wasting points on cholesterol. But this... this is my reward.
As I picked up the burger, my eyes drifted to the item at the very top of my "Wishlist" in the cart.
[Potion of Miracles] Effect: Grants one wish, even defying the laws of death.
[Cost: 1,000,000,000 DP].
One billion. I was still so far away.
I took a bite of the burger, the savory taste of meat and cheese flooding my mouth, but my heart felt heavy.
I wonder how she is... My mind drifted back to Earth. To Celestine. To the orphanage director. To the kids.
Are they okay? Did the money truly save them?
Lunaria had told me she was doing her best to protect them, to influence fate in their favor. I had to believe her. I was doing my best here, so she had to be doing her best there.
I looked up at the moon, high and bright in the night sky.
"I'm trying, Goddess," I whispered. "I'm really trying."
And for a split second, I saw it. The face of the moon seemed to shift, a playful, divine sparkle flashing across the craters.
Lunaria winked at me.
I chuckled, taking a sip of my float. "Alright. Message received."